Windsor Knots and Ruffles

I'm sorry for the nostalgia
But there ain't no metaphor
And besides it ends up vacant
When you circumvent the door

Oh, I don't dispute we were younger
When the film contrast was deep
And we leapt over the quicksand
And we couldn't get to sleep

But time rolls on
Yeah, time rolls on
And you moved on
How can I move on?

It's not that I'm afraid, it's not that it's a ruse
It's not that there's an ego that wants to bruised
It's rather there's a song that wants to be sung
And the notes are all there, but they can't be strung

Together there's a picture like an oil painting
That takes up the whole wall from another century
But separate they're the colors, each in their own can
Sittin' on shelves or in other people's hands

Imagine all the weddings
Imagine all the proms
The Windsor knots and ruffles
The glitter gowns in waltz

I watch them in my head like
Oh, I was there, but not
Could it be we're some kind of ghosts, yeah?
Like we're haunting all the living folks?

Yeah, we can't move on
Yeah, we can't move on
No, we can't move on
Yeah, we can't move on

I'm happy
But I miss you
I'm happy
Yeah, I promise you
I'm happy
But I miss you
I'm happy
Yeah, I promise you

I'm happy
But I miss you
I'm happy
Yeah, I promise you
I'm happy
But I miss you
I'm happy
Yeah, I promise you